Little rocks before we go...

I thought we would make it out by 10 AM  Friday - well, that did not happen. Since we had no tight time frame it really did not matter much. Everything was stacked and packed away, the truck hooked up. Last check on all the lights working on the vehicles, when I discovered that the screws for the battery were out of their place on the trailer. Rupert had to make a trip to Specialty for screws and big washers. Finally, by 11.30 AM we were on the road.

Are we there yet?

 All in all it has been an uneventful trip to our rest area in ......by 7 PM. Dicker spend most of the time almost under the back seat. I don't know if he was afraid or what. It did not seem that way. But how knows whats going on in his head. We all piled into the camper and I've made us something to eat. Dicker would not drink, nor eat, not even his nibbles. Instead, he was a little freaked out by the big trucks next to us with their engines running.

At some point Dicker virtually melted into the linoleum in order to hide.

So the trip to the nearby grassy area was cut short, too. Too many unknown things for his liking. By 9.30 PM we were ready for bed....

.....so was Dicker ;-)

By 8.30 AM next morning (Saturday) we were on the road again, after a "hearty" breakfast of Dunkin'  Donuts, consisting of lousy coffee and sweets. Yuk. An hour later we got a call. The Southernmost Abate group that were riding up to Tally, had stayed in a hotel. As they were ready for the second leg of the trip, Sandy's bike quit. By that time we were 91 miles north of them. I guess, it is like with boaters, or campers, you don't let a biker stranded. The next exit were ours, heading back to Brooksville. We would load Sandy's bike in the trailer, and he would ride my bike to Tally. Once there, he would be able to fix it. Shortly before we would made it into Brooksville we got the "all good call". Sandy, old biker, fixed the problem and the group was on their way. Three hours later as planed, $ 50 short on gas money, we arrived at the same time in Monticello's KOA as the group. All good!

During the night I heard Dicker crunching on some nibbles. And in the morning, some of his wet food was gone as well. ALRIGHT, he's coming around.

Ta-ta

Ps:no proof reading while on the road. :-)